She knew me like the back of her hand and played me like a skilled violinist. Then broke me to pieces like a rock star smashing his guitar on stage at rock concert. – Bradford Mace
Just a fictitious person who faintly exists like a smudge on the page of a dusty old history book, no one cares to read. Like a shadow fading away as the sun goes to sleep between the clouds covered under the sheets of the stary night sky. Like a vapor lasting for a brief moment […]
Like Giving Birth (Poem) I don’t miss you. I really don’t. I only miss the idea of a perfect you, but even that is a difficult dream to conceive. Like giving……….
Even after I’m gone,My words will live onIn the hearts and mindsOf you the readerI may not live foreverBut my words surely willAnd that’s the pointOf this, my endeavorI’ve spilled my bloodFirst, through experienceSecond, because I writeSo that you won’t have to sufferAs I have done for youNow twice By Bradford Mace
I’m not a writer Although I love to write I’m not an oratorAlthough I’m a skilled communicator I’m not a public speaker Although I love to speak publicly I’m not a poet Although I express myself poetically I’m not an artist Although I sometimes paint pictures I’m not a designerAlthough I create things with my […]
Even though I haven’t met you yet doesn’t mean I can’t see your distant shadow on the horizon. And even if I never put a face on your shadow, it’s a hope that’s still worth holding onto. I believe in you, and that’s all I want you to know, even if we never meet on […]